Well you have to excuse me if this blog is a little scattered…it appears Jilly had a few too many Red Bull & vodkas last night.  But no fear I am slowly recovering, with a little help from a smoothie the size of my head (thanks Kristina). So Halloween…what girl doesn’t love a reason to get all glammed up and play a character all night? The boy was sick so it was just me and the girls. None of the bar owners on Glenwood really planned anything for the night so we kind of wandered around for a bit until we found our flow.

White Collar had a big crowd, but it seriously took 20minutes to get a drink and some old guy yelled at me because I didn’t want to dance with him. I mean, I know I was dressed up like a fifties house wife, but seriously, calm down Grandpa. Anyhoo, after we left the Collar, unscathed by the mean old man and Marilyn Manson on a tricycle, yes you read that right, tricycle in the bar, we headed over to my friend Paul’s new bar; the Porch & Basement. And that, my friend, is where the Red Bull overdose commensurated. Let’s just say the boys there pour a mean cocktail. So we played in the Basement for a while, I got snubbed by a girl I was congratulating on her new business, met a G105 rep who wants me to advertise (can’t afford it), made friends with the new door guy, talked trash about some hoochie cowgirl (her ass was literally hanging out as she humped the wall to the daisy dukes song), stole a can of crazy string, sprayed random people, got yelled at by Lloyd for making a mess, finally had the sense to decline another drink, packed it up and headed over to Five Star. Kind of a blur, but here’s what I recall…dancing way too much in 5” red stilettos, a guy I have known for 10 years telling me, as a compliment, that he never really noticed me before as someone to be attracted to, but now he thinks I’m fine (gee thanks), my friend the salsa dancer starting drama with her boyfriend for no apparent reason, fondling a tank, using the bathroom in between two cars, woofing down a chili dog while chatting up a Doctor, dropping the hot dog, picking it up and continuing to eat it, telling a Raleigh cop I loved a man in uniform, his response “how about out of it”, finally taking off those red heels, comments on how I am not really “that tall” (um excuse me , I’m 5’10), more chatting up random people, Kristina waiting patiently in the car watching her drunk boss and continuously asking “do you know them?”, the answer of course “nope”. Just me, Jilly, wandering around Raleigh dressed up like the ultimate 50’s housewife, passing out free tan cards, having a fabulous time on her favorite holiday; Halloween. Hope yours was a fabulous one too!